My Eye Power Transcends Yours

What kind of cultivation method is this?

It ignores the pursuit of longevity, as if everything exists solely for combat.

Standing atop the giant tree with a long sword strapped to his back, Hermit Caolu had already anticipated Fang Xiu's aggressive nature based on his conduct, yet he still hadn't guessed that he would adopt such a purely head-on, brute-force fighting style—

If that were all, it would be one thing, but the key was that he had truly been suppressing the Ghost King from start to finish.

In his original plan, Fang Xiu was supposed to disrupt the terrain, while he himself borrowed starlight via the Northern Emperor Dharma Spell to seize the advantage of timing. The remaining factor of human harmony would naturally involve the four of them working together to battle the old ghost!

But now?

Aside from the former, everyone else was standing by watching the show. Want to intervene? They couldn't find an opening!

"The vitality is terrifying."

The Silver-Armored Divine General Xiaogui scanned the entire domain formed by the Deep Forest Emergence with a crude form of qi-gazing, clearly sensing the dense life force, which was being provided entirely by Fang Xiu.

"This brother is fierce, but is he a monk? He actually conjured a giant bald donkey to fight." Ma Shangfeng's focus was always quite unique.

Hearing this, Hermit Caolu shook his head, his gaze fixed on the Wooden Giant Buddha that had already manifested eighteen arms in mid-air, sensing no aura of benevolence from it.

Life force.

Yang energy.

Earth and water.

It was merely these pure elements.

Could such a figure appear in an era five hundred years later, an age of even greater decline? The answer was clear.

But having lived a long life, Hermit Caolu had always been clear-headed. He was willing to eradicate the Fusang Ghost King regardless of origin; all who shared this goal were allies.

Thinking of this, he cut off his distracting thoughts and began to gather starlight once more, intending to use his most proficient spells and formations to help Fang Xiu improve his odds of victory.

As for his two disciples?

Let them watch; they were no longer needed to provide protection—

Because he held a high official rank, Ma Shangfeng possessed the Dragon-Tiger Aura, which could block many evil arts and delay the Ghost King at a critical moment.

But in the current situation, even a mortal standing on high ground watching the battlefield from afar could tell which side held the upper hand! "If this is all you have, it's time to finish this."

Unwilling to waste words, once he had accumulated enough power, Fang Xiu formed a seal.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The earth shattered.

One palm after another descended, like the heavy slaps of the Buddha, a reward for a disobedient monkey.

Of course, the Fusang Ghost King was hardly comparable to the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. Cowering in a corner of the vast Earth Style Wall, his dharma form held a slightly short backup blade—a wakizashi.

Did he think he could block?

No.

In an instant, the Buddha palm descending from the heavens crushed him. Smoke billowed, rendering the entire dueling ground a desperate shade of gray. Looking up, not even a sliver of sunlight could be seen, only the sensation of the earth shaking and the mountains quaking.

Perhaps... the Seismological Bureau would issue a warning later, telling the public the magnitude of the quake tonight. Though it sounded bizarre, this natural disaster was not caused by natural factors.

With this, the first smooth combo was complete.

It had crowd control, and it had damage.

Only then did Fang Xiu notice the update on his Main God Watch—Completed limited-time side mission: Eradicate the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect's stronghold in Hong Kong.

Shazhou Team leader Fang Xiu completed the mission alone, obtaining two D-rank side plot rewards and 1000 reward points, with no need to distribute them to others.

When was it completed? Without a doubt, at the very beginning.

It was just unclear whether they had been ground into dust by the vortex formed by the endless river of earth, or if they had been treated as mere fodder by the nearly simultaneous Deep Forest Emergence, wiped out and absorbed as nutrients.

Regardless, the self-righteous Nishiwaki Michiko had died quite valuably. Had she not leaked the location, shared her vision, and used her beauty to stall the Ghost King, they likely would have had to wait much longer for the battle to erupt, relying on Hermit Caolu's tracking arts.

The longer the delay, the more variables arise.

This was a principle he had realized and internalized in his first trial world!

--The Main God notification did not arrive.

--The old Fusang ghost is truly hard to kill.

As his thoughts turned, the forest changed once more. The ground shattered by the giant Buddha no longer held any debris, and the dust quickly dissipated. Only the special soil maintained by the pseudo-immortal technique continued to seal off any possibility of escape.

And this, too, was a lesson learned.

"You ran away once at the start; that won't happen this time."

The stable domain formed by the Deep Forest Emergence gave Fang Xiu the confidence that he wouldn't be slapped in the face.

At this very moment.

The Ghost King gradually emerged from the deep pit, looking utterly miserable. The Hoshi-kabuto that had been on his head to protect his skull had long since been smashed, his blood-red hair was disheveled, and not a fragment of his armor remained.

Seeming to sense the gaze, the Fusang Ghost King struggled to lift his head. Within his eyes, which were festering and oozing pus due to the Northern Emperor Dharma Spell, a strange light flickered, "Immerse yourself in an eternal illusion!"

He whispered in his heart.

The Ghost King launched a fierce mental attack; after all, he was the strongest survivor among a legion of ghosts, and his power in this regard could not be weak.

It was a trump card that even Hermit Caolu had never witnessed—only the abducted maiden Shishi had experienced it, her will sinking into ruin after she suffered a mental invasion for refusing to submit.

"Why do you evil cultivators... always favor these kinds of tricks?" The Three-Tomoe Sharingan with golden irises in his eye sockets spun, suddenly transforming into a Mangekyō.

Having done this, Fang Xiu seemed not to care at all, falling straight into the Ghost King's illusion! It was a desolate wilderness, thick with miasma.

Five pitch-black chains bound his hands, feet, and head, while ghosts with shaved pates surrounded him on all sides, gnashing their teeth and thirsting for blood, unable to wait to pounce and tear Fang Xiu apart.

"Is this it?"

There was not a shred of fear.

The Ghost King, feeling that he had turned the tide, was gloating, his soul body in the mental world laughing incessantly, when suddenly... he subconsciously felt a persistent, agonizing pain.

His brain began to buckle under the pressure! A higher level of power was seizing control.

"Uchiha Itachi, that is a name that sounds quite annoying; I must find a way to kill him once in the future, lest the shadow he left behind remains impossible to wash away."

Fang Xiu looked levelly at the ghosts, whispering as if to himself, "But, underestimating an enemy is a sign of disrespect to oneself; at the very least, the illusion he created is quite interesting..."

"It is called Tsukuyomi."

A deafening voice entered the Ghost King's ears, and the roles of attacker and defender shifted; his pupils contracted sharply as he suddenly realized that the one bound was now himself.

"Within this world, all factors including time, location, and mass are controlled by the caster; the enemy will suffer immense physical and mental pain within the illusion."

In the original manga, Uchiha Itachi used Tsukuyomi to drag Kakashi's spirit into an illusionary space, binding him to a cross and creating numerous clones. These clones, along with Itachi, would use ninja blades to continuously pierce Kakashi's body for 72 hours, inflicting immense physical and mental agony upon him.

"I have never deliberately studied illusions, but some things are as simple as eating and drinking, innate and natural. Now... I shall use Mangekyō ocular power to create one for you; enjoy it well. No matter how painful it is, in reality, it will be but a fleeting moment."